Landon chuckles, and I do my best not to cringe at what he’s going to say next.
“We did a whole lot more than make up.”
My eyes widen, my razor falling from my hand and skittering across the tile floor.
Silas looks as shocked as I feel, but then a slow smile spreads across his face. “About fucking time.”
Landon’s closest friend begins to brush his teeth, cheeks dimpled with his smile. Landon winks at me and walks out of the room.
I don’t say another word as I go in search of my razor, finish shaving, and leave the room. Thankfully, Silas keeps his mouth shut. I don’t know if I’d be able to form coherent sentences right now.
Landon is in athletic shorts when I enter our dorm room, hanging his towel up on the rack outside the closet door.
“What the fuck just happened?”
Landon shrugs.
“Don’t do that. This is a big fucking deal. You just came out to your best friend.”
Landon shakes his head. “I’m pretty sure my best friend knew I was at least bi when he had his dick in my ass an hour ago.”
It takes a second for my frazzled brain to understand what he’s saying. I’d kiss the man for acknowledging that repaired connection between the two of us, but I feel trapped in place.
“Aren’t you afraid he’s going to tell people?”
Landon shrugs again.
I move then, rushing up to him and clamping his face in my hands. I kiss him, moaning when his arms encircle me and pull me closer. I know we haven’t repaired everything we managed to pulverize, but he’s taking so many steps to get us back to healed.
“The team is going to find out eventually,” Landon mutters against my lips. “Honestly, I don’t know how they haven’t noticed already. I can’t keep my eyes off you in the locker room.”
I pull back, giving him the most serious face I can manage, with glee circulating through my veins.
“We need to have a discussion about what’s allowed and not allowed in the locker room when you’re not straight. Like you can’t go looking at other guy’s junk.”
He takes a step back, indignation in his eyes. “Seriously? Do you not remember the day all the comments were made about my cock? Everyone—even you—were looking at my dick that day.”
“I had it in my mouth the night before. I think I have a pass.”
His smile grows, and fuck if a smiling Landon isn’t my most favorite thing in the world right after his body being pressed to mine. Oh, and maybe the way my heart races when he cups my jaw like I’m precious to him.
“And I said I look at you. I’m not looking at anyone else.”
“I don’t know how okay the guys will be if we’re perving on each other in the locker room.”
“We can make a pact about only going to practice or to work out with empty balls,” he offers.
“That’s a great pact,” I say, rolling my hips against him to showcase my growing erection. “But not very productive. Feel that? My balls are empty now, and I still can’t control it.”
He hums against my mouth in contemplation. “I bet you still have a little left to give me.”
I stop the man from dropping to his knees. “You’re sure you’re okay? You’ve made some incredibly big steps in the last twenty-four hours.”
His face turns serious, and I wonder when or if I’ll ever be able to see him look this way and not grow worried that he’s going take a step back and tell me it’s over.
“I can admit that I’m freaking out a little. I don’t want people gossiping about you. I don’t want people judging me, but it didn’t feel impossible to tell Silas. I think it’s getting easier with each person that knows.”
“People are going to gossip and have opinions, Landon. Hell, people gossiped and had opinions when you were hooking up with chicks. How the hell do you think I know so much about what you’ve done over the last three years?”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “You been stalking me, Matthews?”
I shrug, and he laughs before pressing his mouth to mine, pulling away a little too quickly for my liking.
“I do have to figure out a way to tell my folks and everyone back home. It’s bigger than just saying ‘I’m bi’ because I also have to tell them that I’m in love with my best friend. There’s going to be a lot of opinions and gossip on that as well.”
“We don’t have to figure any of that out today,” I assure him.
He kisses me again, urging me back to the bed. I do my best to get lost in this man, but still in the back of my mind are the warning bells that say the shit is still going to hit the fan, and I don’t know that we’ll survive it.